There’s so much to be done, I’m so exhausted for it all
Lana. (Say it like "Anna" but with an L.) Nineteen year old writer from Brooklyn, NY.
Learning about yourself is, to me, one of the most underrated life experiences. But I'm all for it. So I come here to lay bare the process of my own becoming; and it's been such a bumpy ride. I'm writing a novel in a constant state of progression. I've studied screenwriting at Emerson College, in Boston, for a year. (See my FAQ for answers pertaining specifically to Emerson.) Currently, I'm plotting the next big move in the grander scheme of my life.
My trademark is honesty, or so I've been told.
Feel free to linger, if you'd like. For anything you'd like to know, either ask or pay attention.
& Check here if you're looking for something specific. ;)
There’s so much to be done, I’m so exhausted for it all
My old art teacher was a scholar in art history, focusing mostly on the interaction between East Asian (the Korean word is 동양 which translates roughly to Oriental) and Western painters and one of the papers has a passage about the whole imitation of oriental art by western artists.
"The western artist, while attempting to copy the oriental artist’s work, finds themself lost and unsuccessful. While they have the artistic skill to copy the works, they do not understand the ideology which lies at the very base of oriental paintings.
The western artist defines their paintings by what they draw, every aspect of their art must be seen and explicit. Every background colored, every detailed shaded, every speck of light captured.
The oriental artist is defined by what they do not paint. It is the ideology of the beauty of emptiness, the beauty of margin, the beauty of space which defines these paintings.
For example, in the United Shilla period of Korean history, there is a famous story of the emperor of the Tang dynasty sending Queen Seonduk a painting of a beautiful flower, to which angered the queen. When asked why, Queen Seonduk explained “The flower is without scent, there are no bees or no butterflies surrounding the flower. It is an insult and a mocking of me as I have no husband”.
We see here that it is within what is not truly drawn that the message of the emperor was hidden.
It is also shown linguistically. While the island country of the west, Britain, turned to language which is sarcastic, such as black humor, the island country of the east, Japan, have walked the opposite way, turning to language which is as polite as possible. The British are explicit with their language, yet the Japanese bury their true meanings in bones which they cover with flesh and skin of polite language.
This is why the western painter cannot paint an oriental painting, and it is also why a westerner cannot understand an oriental painting. They lack the understanding of the ideology behind the brush strokes to truly understand what the brush strokes hold. “
this is a very important post to me.
It kind of explains my whole philosophy of the importance of the margin which I try very hard and fail at explaining to so many people.
I just woke up from a bad dream where apparently you could only eat three skittles out of the pack at a time and police were enforcing this heavily while homeless people ranted about the hypocrisy and stupidity of the rule
NYE boy is supposed to come party with us tomorrow, I’m like very eager about this
useyourcharm said: HAPPPPPYYYYY BIRRRRTTTHHHDDAAYYYYY FRIEND!!!
Thanks a bunch! *hugs*
I love him. He made me a card. Took the time to make something, to give me something. I am so … content? I don’t love any other boy in the world, I think. Just this one.
Drinking is so fun, let me tell you
I pay more and more attention to what I’m looking for in a potential boyfriend, and the more men continue to make gestures for my attention, the more compelled I feel to take the time to assess what I need at this point in my life. I was reading earlier rnnyssnc's post about wanting to develop a relationship where you “build” a life with another person (a thought that didn't inspire this post but will probably influence its direction). I am trying to see how I feel about different men I end up liking and what I realistically hope to gain.
In some cases, there is lust. There is the simple physical attraction to someone and the desire for a closeness that never has to fully manifest into anything but may have some potential. I like men who make me laugh, for starters. Who tread carefully with me. Ones who seem to have a clear sense of their goals. I appreciate those qualities as impressions of someone, in the early stages.
I think of __ kissing my cheek goodbye as a closing gesture, of __ holding full conversations without ever trying to derail them into sexual territory, I think of __ going out of his way to spend time with me in new ways.
I am attracted to intense, intelligent men. I appreciate enthusiastic, stimulating conversation. I am attracted to drive and passion. I am attracted to politeness, thoughtfulness and sincerity.
If I found myself with a boyfriend, I would prioritize comfort and passion and stability. I feel like I’m a long-term gal, one who weighs carefully the weight of carving out time for people in my life. I want to make smart investments with my love.
I am hoping to meet a man who respects me, who can match my creativity, who makes me laugh and feel at ease, who can keep up with my mind without either of us delving into the realm of pretentiousness or feeling frustratingly misunderstood.
One like this, a handsome one with all of these qualities, that would be ideal. I’m not asking for much.
"Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?"